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[color=00aeef]I’ve always felt odd[/color]. As Eva’s mind ran the thought through her head.[color=00aeef] I should be more broken inside right, I mean tragedy has struck me and my friends are dead. I met Mrs Sloan shortly after Julius died in that fire set by the villains who robbed the Natural History Museum, and amidst the emotions from the funeral goers I felt calm. I know I’ve been taking some medicine and the doctors say that it’s been helping me with my therapy, that and Dickens who they think is just a dog.[/color] The busy sidewalk street overflowed with people getting out of work, suits flooded the crosswalks and briefcases sat by their owners laps as they relaxed in the park, the day wasn’t bad as Eva mused what her mind could be thinking. 

Eva had not made herself that publically known, of course there was the fight against Game Genie which was broadcasted on the news and talks of the sword girl had become more common in Pacific Point. None of which seemed to impact her life here in New York, Abraham had given her his number and set of to discover where the soul stone was taken. And Eva felt left out. Abe was more versed in the supernatural than her able to hunt and deal with just about any magical creature that lay before him or so he claimed. She did believe to an extent however and knew she had much to learn about all this new world for now she was boots to the ground trying to dig up info on Shock Jockey, whom had all but vanished. Perhaps it was her lack of skill gathering clues or just pure bad luck and timing that lead her with no leads. 

Eva turned a corner and walked down an alley way the start of every bad end for most civilians. As cliche as it was a gunman was stalking Eva Walsh from the shadows a masked man who for all intents and purposes is a hired gun. His arm pulled back a gun from his back and set his arm into firing position all within a few seconds of Eva recognizing the threat. His moves were well practiced and he delivered a line on the off chance someone was listening. “Hand over your purse.” His finger was already poised to pull the trigger setting off Eva’s own flight or fight response as she herself summon Excalibur to her side something that spooked the hired hitman the Sewer lid behind him popped off and an arm lunged out from the darkness. 

“WHERE THERE IS INJUSTICE I AM THERE. For like the enveloping night nothing is beyond the reach of the Law! Like a can of beans sitting in your pantry I am a comfort to all who need aid for the Grocers of Justice are open twenty four hours a day! Seven days a week!” He said yanking the gunman's hand towards himself and setting up a right hook to his jaw. With a POW!. His fist sent him into the wall of the nearest building he turned to Eva. “I would say you are safe! But you are no damsel. Do your parents know you’re running around with a dangerous weapon? Young fangirl I met some months ago.”

[color=00aeef]”Uhh”[/color] Eva said as she was unsure how to respond to his entrance. [color=00aeef]”My guardian does.”[/color] 

“Fair enough, say haven’t I seen that sword elsewhere?” Sewer Gator pondered with his bloody fist rubbing his gruff chin. “I have! You were on the news some time back, with that Genie business. I recognize the hoodie and sword combo. Well done fledgling hero.”

Eva was astounded, as clueless as he appeared he was not as dumb as she thought he was. Or perhaps she needed a proper costume.[color=00aeef]”Well. Yea, that was me.”[/color] Out of the corner of Eva’s eye she saw the gunman try to raise his gun again only for Sewer Gator to swiftly kick if from his hand without turning back. 

“THE EYES OF JUSTICE CANNOT BE MUDDIED BY VILLAINY!” Sewer Gator beckoned to Eva to follow. “Come, we must go. The United Hero Front has been tracking this man ever since he entered this city. A tip from an Anonymous caller tipped us off. We have been searching for him for a while I need to alert the authorities to his capture.”

[color=00aeef]”Why? Is he a known killer.”[/color] 

“That he is, a hitman hired to assassinate a young girl, that is all we know. I assume you were his target have any clues as to why?”

[color=00aeef]”Maybe, but nothing current springs to mind.”[/color]

“TO THE HERO DINER! We shall see if we can’t discover who hired this man but first. I MUST SEEK THE THRONE OF GODS. I think there’s a place around here with a bathroom.”